Fool Me Twice Regular Show Novels & Stories

The hurt from his voice pierced through me like a well sharpened blade. I swallowed. “I'm sorry. I admit I acted rather harshly without trying to find out what you were doing.” He chuckled, the action making his body shake. “Am I supposed to accept your apology now? If I remember correctly, Annabelle, I'm still being judged by a mistake that I've apologized countless times for and yet you never hesitate to throw it in my face at every opportunity you get. Double standard?” I opened my mouth and closed it like a fish out of water without successfully saying a word. I don't know what to say.

You should be thanking me. An intense roaring filled my head as the cold and hard truth hit me. It was as if my world was crumbling right before my eyes. I snapped entirely. "You enjoyed playing the role of someone with speech impairment, huh?" I picked up the mop and swung it at Felicia and Aaron. "You sure are generous, Mr. Schumer. You don't seem to mind tangling with an heiress who happens to be an ordinary bottom-feeder's sloppy seconds!" Just as the mop was inches away from Aaron, Felicia shielded him. I couldn't draw the mop back in time, and all I heard was a muffled thud as the mop struck her squarely on the arm.

"What would you advise, then? We have been talking to each other for over a few months. You've never hesitated to provide me with your excellent advice." She shrugged to herself. "You sound young. You shouldn't give up all the fish in the sea for one failed catch." The minute the words left her mouth, she realized she had made a blunder. What if the person suspected she wasn't herself, because she had mentioned her assumption based on his voice over the phone? Fortunately, the person failed to capture her error, and then he continued, "Since you say that I shouldn't give up all the fish in the sea, would you be willing to be my fish?"

Years of bottled-up feelings surged, overwhelming me like a tidal wave. Unable to hold back, I asked, "Shane, what are we now?" He dropped a tender kiss on my forehead. "What else, silly?" The bar exploded with cheers, mirroring the spark in my heart. But just two days later, his words shattered that fragile hope. I laughed through my tears, the sound bitter. It looked like that flirty, vague answer was just another trick to shove me aside and make way for Esther. The wind chimes in my bedroom clinked, the breeze drying my tears bit by bit. My broken heart began to mend.

I might want to fuck you too. I blinked at the response, confused for a moment. Was this another one of her stupid jokes? I thought it was until I saw another text drop. You down? Confused, I flicked my gaze to the profile picture at the top of the chat box. “Fuck me.” My hand flew to my mouth and I bolted from the couch. My drunk ass didn't text that picture to my best friend’s DM. This was a complete stranger’s chat box. The same one I took a screenshot of his picture.

The murderer was pretending to be pitiful, the victim was painted as the aggressor, and all Cyrus cared about was to protect what he deemed as the bigger picture. "Since you cannot reach an agreement, we will settle this in court." Geoffrey's voice cut through the air as he descended the stairs, leaning heavily on his cane. His expression was thunderous. Behind him followed the butler, Pete Heffer, and several bodyguards clad in black. The room fell silent instantly, save for Paige's muffled weeping. Then, Cyrus went to help Geoffrey. "Grandpa, please talk some sense into Mel. She insists on the divorce and wants to take half the company's shares—"

I watched his face twist with jealousy and thought about it carefully. He was running too fast. He was off-balance. So I shifted half a step to the side and quietly stuck out my right foot. Lucas tripped hard. He flew forward and hit the steps face-first. Two of his front teeth broke on impact. Claire rushed over and pulled me behind her. Seeing that it was over, Ms. Turner suddenly crawled toward Claire on her hands and knees. “Ms. Harrison, I made a mistake! “I was only thinking about the school’s reputation!”

A crushing pain twisted through my abdomen, making me curl up and tremble. My nails dug into the cracks in the wall, and with difficulty, I asked, "What did you feed me?" She put on a sweet smile and slowly said, "Medicine. Made for miscarriage. Ten minutes later, your second child will turn into mush and bleed out from your lower body." Her sharp laughter filled the room. I was leaning against the headboard, shivering, but my eyes were on the knife on the fruit platter. Cecelia was still bragging. "My baby comes in five months, while yours will turn into a pile of mush. You're a failure who can't even protect your chil—"

The sounds stopped. Elaine let out a short, cold laugh. "The hotel staff said you used three condoms. We have physical evidence and witnesses. You still want to keep lying?" My mother brought the whip down across my shoulder. "You shameless, disgusting boy. I won't stop until you're dead. That's a promise!" The messages dropped all pretense as Frederick's real thoughts were right there on the screen. [Idiot. You should've died a long time ago. If you'd just run as I told you to, none of this would've happened. You never had a chance against me.]